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Chapter 174 Let me do it
Ye Chen was also very helpless, and he didn't want to come in to remind him.

But after Miss Ren came in, there was no one there, and he had no choice but to come in to urge the meal himself.

Alas, life is so hard.

Hearing this, the chef was going to continue to teach Ye Chen a lesson, but then suddenly thought of something, and his face changed: "You mean the meal that Xiaoqing came in to urge?"

Xiaoqing?It should be the cashier lady.

"I don't know her name, but she looks cute, with a round face." Ye Chen described the appearance of the young lady in his impression.

After listening to the chef, he nodded and asked loudly, "Where is the order of ten fried rice from Bishuiyun Pavilion?"

A slightly younger chef raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Here I am!"

Seeing that Ye Chen finally found his order, he was relieved.

"Why haven't you done it yet? Everyone is urging you!" the chef said in a deep voice.

The young chef sighed, and shook the spatula in his hand: "I can't help it, there are dozens of dishes ahead, and I've only cooked less than half of them."

"Why do you have so many dishes?" the middle-aged chef asked in confusion.

The young chef looked bitter, and raised his chin towards the outside: "Master, you should know, they all pass the dishes to me."

When Ye Chen heard it, his curiosity suddenly arose.

There is still something hidden about feelings?

When the middle-aged chef heard this, his expression darkened immediately, and he slapped the apron in his hand on the table forcefully: "It's too much! It's too much of a bully, I'm going to find him to argue now!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the kitchen aggressively, and Ye Chen didn't even have time to stay.

"Brother, what's going on?" Ye Chen's gossip soul was burning, and he looked at the young chef curiously.

The young chef glanced at him, then whispered a few words to the chef next to him, then put down the spatula in his hand, and the chef next to him temporarily came over to take over for him.

"My master has a deadly enemy." The young chef took out a cigarette from his pocket and led Ye Chen to the door, "Recently, he just wanted to mention a partner, so that person tried every means to hit my master from every angle. As the master's apprentice, so it is the first place to be hit."

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are interests, there is competition.

Being promoted to a restaurant partner basically entered another class, and it seemed quite normal for Ye Chen to be infighting because of this kind of thing.

"Your master has a good temper, but you should speak too bluntly and often offend people, right?" Ye Chen puffed out a puff of white smoke with a cigarette in his mouth.

The young chef looked at Ye Chen in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Simple nonsense." Ye Chendan said with a smile.

In fact, this matter is easy to see. Although the middle-aged chef had a bad tone when he saw him, it was not particularly bad. He just asked subconsciously.

When he learned that his apprentice was being targeted, he didn't think about other things, but went directly to settle the score.

As for why it offends people, in fact, people often come to the back kitchen, so everyone will not force it like him, but as soon as he enters, he starts to scold him, which shows that he is very disciplined.

On the whole, he is a good person with a bad temper, too straightforward so he often offends people.

But everyone understands his character, so they don't care too much about it.

After smoking, the young chef returned to the kitchen and took over his work: "Brother, you should go out and wait for a while, I will hurry up and finish it, and I will cook it for you as soon as I finish."

Ye Chen's face suddenly collapsed: "Huh? Then how long do I have to wait?"

The young chef looked embarrassed, and pointed to the list in front of him: "I can't give you an exact number... Look, I still have so many orders."

Ye Chen roughly counted, there were probably dozens of orders, and suddenly felt a little bit broken.

At this rate, I might as well let the customer cancel the order.

Wait?Wait until the end of time is old.

Ye Chen was a little helpless, thinking that if several people do it together, it should be faster.

Ok?Someone do it together?

Ye Chen's eyes lit up immediately, he walked to the young chef and said with a smile, "Brother, let's discuss something."

Seeing that Ye Chen didn't leave, the young chef also said helplessly: "Brother, I know you are anxious, but there are still so many dishes ahead, if I cook yours first, other customers will be dissatisfied."

"No, no, what I mean is, can you help me find a stove and I can do it myself?" Ye Chen put forward his own idea.

Although I have just acquired cooking skills, but I have other skills in front of me, I think my cooking skills this time should not be bad.

Ye Chen now has a clear understanding of the level of god level, which is basically the peak that ordinary humans can reach.

That being the case, isn't it easy to make fried rice by yourself?
When the young chef heard Ye Chen's proposal, he looked at Ye Chen in surprise: "You were also a chef before?"

"No." Ye Chen replied honestly.

The young chef was even more surprised. Not only him, but the chefs around him also looked sideways at him.

This takeaway boy actually wants to do it himself?
Does he not know how many years of hard training a professional chef needs?
Do you really think it’s the same as cooking at home, you can cook it casually? !

In an instant, many chefs felt a feeling of being insulted in their hearts. It was the anger that their profession was provoked.

"Boy, do you think it's so easy for a chef to make it?" A chef next to him sneered, "It's not that you can come out to us to show off just because you can cook a meal at home."

Ye Chen turned his head and thought for a while: "It's not difficult, why don't we just cook a meal."

How about some fried rice? !

The mocking chef immediately became angry, the understatement in Ye Chen's words was simply the biggest provocation.

"Then do you think the rice you cook can compare with ours?!"

Ye Chen glanced at the other party's badge, which had the word Wang Long written on it, which was the other party's name.

"Of course I don't mean that." Ye Chen said flatly, "I just said that I know a little bit about cooking, so it should be no problem to cook a meal."

Wang Long laughed back angrily: "Alright, alright, since you have said that, I want to see how capable you are today!"

A chef next to him came out to smooth things over: "Hey, don't be angry, both of us. Our chef doesn't mean that he doesn't like you, but this is our specialty after all. Brother, don't interfere."

The second half of the sentence was obviously aimed at Ye Chen, telling him to stay where he is cool.

(End of this chapter)